The Mystery Of Mother Dearest

Chapter 2: Bunny

Teenagers- My Chemical Romance

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Alyssa's P.O.V.

I woke up with a pounding headache I looked around the room. It took me a while but I figured out I was in Marley's room.

"You're up!"

I looked at the doorway and I saw my best friend in her PJ's, holding two plates of bacon, eggs, and toast, smiling sympathetically.

"Was it just a dream?" I asked remembering the events the occurred last night.

Her smile turned into a frown. She shook her head and let her hair cover her face before she walked over to the bed. She sighed and set the plates on each of her bedside tables, one on my side and one on hers. Grabbing the blankets she covered our legs and grabbed her plate.

"Eat," was all she said. I nodded slowly and looked down at my plate.

I looked at all the food on my plate and my mouth started watering. It felt like I hadn't eaten in forever. I grabbed my fork and began devouring the food.

After we finished eating a took Marley's remote for her tv in her room. I clicked the power button and the screen lit up. The news started playing.

"A murder has occurred in the small town of Greenfield. Maria Carrington, mother of 3, was murdered 3 days ago in her own home," the reporter spoke.

I saw Lee looking at me in shock with a sparkle or curiosity in her eye.

"Wh-," she started to speak but I covered her mouth not taking my eyes off the screen.

"They say she was murdered between the hours of 12 and 2am. There are a few suspects for this murder but we cannot release any more information. If you have any more information on this case please call or go to the nearest police station," the reporter finished and began talking about the next story.

"Alyssa..." my best friend said slowly, pronouncing each letter as if it were single letters instead of a name. Her voice was shaky.

"I'm fine," I said as I got up and walked out of her house.

***

It was Monday and I woke up in a hotel room. I wasn't allowed in my own house since it was a crime scene and I didn't want to bother Marley. I decided to postpone my flight to California, where my college is, because of everything that happened.

*knock, knock*

I looked towards my door and sighed.

Walking over to the door I had a weird feeling. Then again, I always do. I don't like opening doors at all. I don't now what's on the other side of the door and that thought alone freaks me out every single time there's a knock at the door.

I slowly open the door to an empty hallway. I walk out and see no one. When I walked out though, I felt something underneath my bare feet. I backed up and looked down. There was a paper with my name on it. I bent down and slowly picked it up and brought it into my room. I locked the door and went over to my bed.

Hotel beds are actually pretty comfy. I laughed out loud at the thought.

I looked down at the note and opened it.

It read:

Dearest Bunny,

Alyssa is such a dull name. Why would a mother call her child that? I'm going to call you Bunny from now on.

How is life? Horrible? Yeah I know. Haha. It's probably because I killed your mother whoops. I mean you should be thankful though. I wanted to kill you but as I've said before, it wouldn't be as fun. Alright so let's skip the introductions because I'm not telling you who I am and I already know who you are. Now I know that you are sad right now but if you want to find out who killed your mother (me), you are going to have to do a bit of detective work. Now I have hidden notes like these everywhere and you have to find them all. Each time you find a note I will give you something. A who(someone important in this mystery), a thing(something that will help you solve this mystery), or a piece of information (about anything really). First, go in the top drawer of your bedside table in your hotel room. Your first clue is there. Have fun Bunny.

Love the person who killed your mother(I am a guy, I'll give you that much)

I read the letter over and over again trying to figure out what it meant. I looked over to my bedside table. I got up and walked over to it. I reached for the handle, my hand shaking. I slowly opened the drawer. There was a note,

Not this one you dimwit.

This guy thinks he is so funny. He probably loved writing this note just imagining my reaction. This note is definitely not funny.

What a fucking asshole.

Those thoughts escaped my mind as I reached for the handle of the second drawer and pulled it open. Inside the drawer was a button. I recognized the button right away, It was from my favourite stuffed animal.

At first I was confused but then realisation hit me. He wants me to go to my house, he wants me to find my stuffed bear, and he wants me to be his puppet or his "Bunny" as he says. He wants me to go on a wild goose chase just to find nothing in the end. Anger raged throughout my body and my hand curled into fists.

Well this guy wasted his fucking time. I'm not falling for his stupid tricks and attempt to figure this all out.

Then my emotions softened. But what if I could actually figure this out?

I shook my head and laughed at my hopeful thoughts. Why in the world would a murderer want to be caught?

At that moment I decided I didn't want to know. I wasn't going to play his little game. I wont let him play with my mind. He find a new bunny to play games with. I wasn't going to be used for his own enjoyment. I slammed the door shut and walked out of my room, making sure to lock the door behind me.